Day 7
The days are seeming to roll into one. Set in routine, it's hard to differentiate one day from the next. I'm not sure if it's my upper lip that smells of piss or whether the children have managed to mark every knook and cranny with their muscky stench.
The kids are incredibly tiring and they all can be really naughty but they all have a sweet side to them which makes the naughty things they've done easily forgotten.
Class went really well today. It was surprising to see that Ghanian children are on par with Americans - They don't have a clue where they live either. Not one out of 44 children could point to where Ghana is on the map of Africa. They know now. We also taught them a little bit about England in our hood classroom. Adolph again wanted to go for a 'walk' but because of that glorious rota I was on dinner duty with Beth and we were making yam chips and they take forever - thank God.
We spent the evening like most others, watching films with the kids and then by ourselves after we put them to sleep, When I say put them to sleep I don't mean like how they do it at the vets with dogs. It's nice to have a little break from them because we aren't treated like climbing frames or asked the same question about food every 5 minutes.
URINATION UPDATE - In the night an outsider came in and flooded the mattress in the girls room. By outsider I mean one of the older boys and by girls room I mean it happened in the girls room. So that means the boys, me and Glennda have taken a 2-1 lead!
Day 8 coming soon...
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